Can love be compared to a dazzling sun?
Or a lover’s temperament to a god’s?
Can any man truly compare to one
That has captured my heart? Scheherazade’s
Stories can tell nothing of true romance
If I’m obsessed with a divinity.
And for once, I’m taking an unfeigned chance
At love. Once bitten, twice shy was for me
Sound counsel; but a slight taste of true love
Quickly changed my psyche. It tasted so pure
And so sweet like manna from up above
That one can’t partake, and not feel secure…
But alas! This feeling lasts not to long
And makes for lethargy; despondent song.
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